Train Compartment Number Three

"... That blonde guy?"

"Yeah."

"Oooh, Mandy! You never told me you were in love!" Libby cried, grinning.

"He's so handsome, yet he's so clueless...."

"... I don't know anything about love, so..."

Amanda sighed, "And so phisophical..."

"Faggot! FAAAGGOT! I can smell it!"

"We're too young to smoke, you idiot."

"Yeah. Seriously Sere. What are you talking about?"

"OHMYGOD HE'S GAY!" Serenity screamed.

"... No, he's not."

"... How would you know, Sere?"

"How do you know, Serenity?" Libby asked, at the same time as Mandy.

"It's in his eyes."

"Wait, isn't he that... Franklin's brother? Whatever..."

"... You are stero typing that all homo-sexual people look the same?"

"To be honest- he sparkles." She handed the picture back.

"Yeah, he does."

"..." Amanda squinted at the pictures. "You sure you're not high on pixie stick* you guys?"

*Another saying for drugs, but replace drugs with pixie stick.

"You're blind. Mandy, do you want sparkly sex?!"

"I - - WHAT!? I'M NOT THINKING ABOUT SE* B- - -DUDE!"

[just say drugs for god's sake we're almost all mature here]

"Ooh, Amanda. You little pervert. Just imagine, his bare body sparkling in the moonlight shining through your bedroom window..."

"Sparkly. Sex. That's all I have to say."

"SHUTUPSHUTUP."

"Eurgh. Don't do it."